A sprightly young boy excitedly rushed home from school. He was so thrilled about starting his drawing homework. His teacher had told them to sketch a picture of the first Christmas, and that whoever had the best portrait would be given a complete set of art tools.
Skipping dinner, the child enthusiastically worked on his project. On a piece of white cardboard paper, he used colored pencils, crayons, and water colors to form his models. The roughly drawn stick people came to life with bewildered eyes lovingly looking at a new born baby who was lying on a wooden rack that was covered with dry stalk. The baby's lovely mother, dressed in a pale blue robe with a white veil on her head, gently stroked the baby's pinkish cheek. The father was smiling contentedly as the baby's soft tiny hand wrapped around his little finger. Shepherds holding their staffs sat in awe on the cold sandy ground around the stable. A number of children were laughing and playing near the cradle. A little boy in denim overalls and baseball hat created funny faces in an attempt to make the baby giggle. Wise men bowed down as they presented their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. The evening starry skies over the manger were outlined with a host of angels blowing their trumpets. The boy cleaned up his drawing some more by removing extra lines and colors. He tried to make the baby's face more gentle and beautiful. "This is God's Son", he said to himself. "He should be divine and holy."
The boy inspected his picture. He was quite pleased with it. It was a typical schematic layout of an eight-year-old. The colors were realistic but based on stereotypes. The head and body parts of the human figures were a bit proportionate and detailed. The background scenes were somewhat pronounced. As a whole, his drawing was starting to show a basic relationship with the real world. He could even create a story with it!
As the boy proudly displayed his masterpiece in class the next day, his teacher and classmates were all praises. And then the teacher suddenly noticed something. "This little boy in denim overalls and baseball hat should not be here", she explained. "This is the first Christmas. Kids didn't wear this kind of clothes."
"Oh, but teacher, I am that boy!", he exclaimed.
His classmates laughed at him. "That's impossible", one of the girls chuckled. "You were not born yet on that first Christmas!"
"Maybe not", the boy asserted. "But before I was born, Jesus already knew me. I am one of the reasons He came to earth. He was thinking of me on that first Christmas night. And my mother said that Jesus loved me even before I learned to love Him."
Perhaps, had a needle dropped, it would have been clearly heard through the deafening silence. At that moment, the burning light from the Holy Spirit must have descended upon everyone in that room because they all started to worship the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords!
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations." ~ Jeremiah 1:5
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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